One, two, three, four years has passed by. Catherine was out of the hospital and has been living with her parents for three years already. Of course, she had her therapies since she was in a coma for three weeks and she was at the hospital for more than a year. She named her son Alexander McMillan. She wished to use Dylan's family name but it wasn't allowed because they weren't married. Catherine continued her high school at a different school and now, Michael, Christine, Mark, and Catherine are going to the same university. It is now their second yead in college and everything seemed really peaceful in Catherine's life. Mark and Christine ended up dating each other, Michael was a varsity at the university, Stacy was studying college in Europe, and as for Catherine, she was now a full time student and mother.

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CATHERINE MCMILLAN

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"Hey Michael, can you help me out with this? I can't seem to find the exact area of this polygon.", I asked. Michael and I were eating lunch together.

"Sure.", he replied as he grabbed my notebook and read it.

"This is how you do it.", he explained.

"Now I know! Thanks.", I said.

"No problem.", he replied. We continued to eat but I finished first.

"So, how's your therapy?", he asked.

"It's fine. I'm progressing really fast.", I replied.

"It is good to know that you are now doing okay these years unlike the first year you went out of the hospital.", he said. I smiled at him as the scenes of the past hit me. 

"Is something wrong?", he asked. I shook my head and stood up.

"I'll go to the restroom first. Catch up with you later.", I said as I walked away leaving Michael behind. Walking around the university, I see a lot of couples. I sighed as I felt bitter inside. I went inside the building and I met Mark.

"Hey Catherine. Where are you going?", he asked.

"Restroom.", I replied.

"Okay. Where's Michael?", he asked.

"At the school park. He's still probably there.", I replied. 

"Thanks!", he said as he waved his right hand and walked away. I made my way to the restroom and I looked at myself in the mirror. Catherine, calm down. Don't you ever get depressed again or your therapy would be a waste. Stay calm and look pretty. I told myself that I should be strong now for Alexander's sake. I washed my face and wiped it with my handkerchief. Will I ever see him again? He's been missing for four years. How can he still be alive right now. He's probably dead. I shouldn't get my hopes up and think that what happened last time when he appeared again would happened today. If I hope, then I'll be hurt and get depressed again. I've been through a lot just to be here today and I shouldn't waste my time looking back in the past. I have to accept that he's gone for good. Alexander won't have a father. I'll raise him on my own. Anyway, I'm working again at the restaurant that I've worked at back in high school. One thing I'm really concerned about is, I forgot his name. I forgot how he looked like. If I try to think of my past, I can only remember a faceless man but I knew that he loved me dearly. I knew that we had a lot of happy memories together. I can remember how warm his hand was, I can still remember those sweet kisses we shared, the laughs that sounded like melodies and cries that sounded like ballads. I remember everything except for his face... his name. That's why a part of me is still stuck in the past. A part of me wanted to see him again. That part of me where I wanted to feel his warmth again, his hands, his chest, and taste his kiss. A part of me longed for him. I admit, I still love him from the bottom of my heart that's why I could never bring myself to forget everything we had. But why? Why did I forget his face? His name? Why? I didn't understand why. I wish I could remember his face. If I could not have the chance to see him again, then at least let me remember his name. 

"Catherine?", Stacy said. I looked at her.

"How long have you been here?", I asked.

"I just came in. I saw you staring at yourself in the mirror. Is everything okay?", she asked.

"Yeah. I'm alright. My head a bit hazy but I'm alright.", I replied.

"Let's go to the infirmary.", she said.

"No, it's alright Stacy. I'm fine.", I replied. 

"Okay. I trust you. Let's go. Michael and Mark are waiting for us or we'll all be late for Calculus.", she said.

"Okay.", I simply replied. After a long day at the university, the four of us went out. We usually hang out on a cliff deep in the forest. It was Michael's so-called "secret base". At first we all laughed at it but then it became our hang out ever since we started college. We all sat on the grass and it was already around seven in the evening. Michael cuckled.

"What's your problem?", Stacy asked.

"I just laughed at the thought that we're all together like this. I never knew this would happen when I was in high school. ", he said. We all looked at each other and smiled to one another.

" I thought that I would spend the rest of my high school with popular kids but then I fell in love with a bully - a sweet bully though.", Michael said and we laughed.

"I thought that Catherine and I would be enemies forever. But then I realized that everything I did was wrong. I'm actually really happy to be friends with Catherine again.", Stacy said and we all smiled.

"I thought that it would only be a one sided love.", Mark said and he held Christine's hand, " but then I was wrong. I never knew I'd win your heart baby.", he said and he kissed Christine.

"Awwww.", we all teased.

"The same goes for me. I fell in love with Michael little by little but then I realized, after I saw and knew who Catherine was, that I was no match. Then when I was broken, Mark picked me up and fixed me.", Christine said as she kissed Mark back.

"When I was a bully at my old school, I vowed to myself to never fall in love with a geek or with some random nerd. I was too judgemental back then and really selfish. Then everything changed when I went to Wilson High and met him. I didn't like him at first but on second glance, he somehow caught the attention of my other self. Then I wanted to be friends with him. I even gave him an apple as a sign of our friendship. I was stupid at that time because I even got mad just because he didn't give me any attention but he was really sweet when he gave me a letter of apology since he wasn't good with people especially girls.", I chuckled and continued, " then after that, we got closer and fell in love. I was so devastated when he suddenly diappeared. Then I fell in love with Michael and we got together for a year but we broke up eventually. After that, he showed up. Then everything changed when I got sick. A lot has happened over a year and I'm thankful to have Alexander. He's my angel in disguise. I sure miss him though. A whole lot if you ask me. I want to see him again.", I said.

"You want to see him?", Michael asked and I nodded. 

"It's gonna rain anyway. How about we head there and after that go home.", Mark said. We all stood up. Christine rode on Mark's car, Stacy rode on Michael's car, and I was alone in my car. We drove out of the forest and it took us ten minutes to arrive at a certain place. I heard the roar of the thunder and we parked our cars. I hopped out of my car to only see a really beautiful garden.

"Why are we at a garden?", I asked.

"You wanted to see him?", Mark asked and I nodded. Why? Why is everybody suddenly sad-like? It looked like they were in pain. Michael led the way. It was an aisle of rose bushes and we had to go through stepping stones. My heart began to pace and I felt goosebumps. Why do I suddenly feel nervous? Then we arrived. 

"There he is.", Michael said. I approached it and knelt down. Tears streamed down my face and I coved my mouth with my palm. 

"Please tell me this isn't him.", I said but everybody was so silent. In front of me was a tomb stone made of white marble. A name was imprinted. 

"Dylan... Wilson... Dylan... Dylan...", I murmured. My eyes widen in shock as all the memories we shared flashed back in my mind. Dylan... Suddenly my mind became really painful and I squeezed it really hard. I heard noises in the background. All I can see right now was darkness. It was pitch black. I was all alone. Is this the feeling of losing someone dearest to you? You feel empty and lonely? It's really sad... so painful. I saw a small ray of light above me. I tried to reach it. I wanted to escaoe. I wanted to escape from this darkness around me. A hand was waiting for me up there. I grabbed it and I was out. It hurts. My eyes hurt. I slowly opened my eyes and I saw my mom, Michael, Mark, Christine, and Stacy. I looked around my vision was clear. 

"It was all... a dream?", I asked.

"Catherine!", they screamed. A tear fell out from my eye as I stared at the blank white ceiling.

"Where's... Dylan?", I asked.

"The police finally found him.", Michael said.

"What happened to him?", I weakly asked.

"He got in to an accident. He was missing for two hours and then the cops found him an hour ago. He's in the next room. He's stable now.", the doctor said.

"He's alive?", I asked.

"He is.", Stacy replied.

"He's alive.", I whispered. I closed my eyes and silently cried as a feeling of relief and happiness washed over me. It was a dream... This is reality... 

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The next day, I was on my wheel chair.

"Are you ready to see him?", Michael asked. I prepared myself for I was feeling afraid... nervous... happy... pain... glad... To be whole, happiness is what I feel right now. Just then, I saw Dylan's tomb. That made me scared to see him right now but I have to. I want to see him and hug him. 

"Here we are.", Michael said. We were now in front of a room door. Michael opened the door and I saw someone lying in the bed. Michael slowly pushed my wheel chair. I arrived beside the man lying in the bed. I raised my hand and cupped his cheek.

"Dylan.", I whispered as I silently cried. He's alive. He is alive. What I saw back then was truly just a dream; a nightmare. I stood up and leaned close to Dylan as I kissed his cold lips. Wake up, I whispered to Dylan. His eyes twitched. He slowly began to open his eyes. We were now face to face with each other.

"Hey sleepy head.", I whispered as I smiled at him. His lips formed a weak smile.

"Hey there beautiful.", he whispered back.

"You're alive. I thought you were gone.", I replied as I started to silently cry.

"I can't die yet. I can't leave you and our baby behind.", he said.

"I can't die yet too. I still want to be a mother to our baby and I still want to be with you.", I replied. I hugged him as he weakly raised his arms and hugged me back.

"Hey.", he whispered.

"Yeah?", I whispered back.

"Will you marry me?", he asked. My eyes widen is shock. My heart just skipped a beat. This time, I really cried as this emotion of happiness was really overwhelming. I hugged Dylan a bit tighter as though I didn't want to let go of him. I looked at his face with tears streaming down my face. I smiled at him and said

"Yes."

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 Love is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise.

If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. 

A feeling comes and it may go.

How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgment and decision...